Adieu

 

Adieu

Those forlorn stretched roads,

Spread like veins,

The sense of freedom, the sense of wings -

The flattery smell of damp moss,

Intoxicates and strain levitates.

Dim lights,

Scarcely enlightening,

Artistic play of shadow and light.

Witnessing the presence through and through,

Profound forests pacing beside,

Unraveling its dark, immense beauty.

A symphony of crickets, the faint rustling of leaves,

A mild quaking ride, winds ebbing wide,

Overwhelming serenity binds the night.

 Those broken roads we leave behind,

Those fallen trees we abandon,

The wounded air we depart from,

No, they aren't wounded, but I am.

My veins have dried with the roads.

That frenetic scream of nostalgia,

Constant haunting from behind,

Cruel I am breaking hearts...

My lungs close their door.

The drug I was induced with is eternal -

Never will it fade, never will I escape.

-Riddhi Chakraborty